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Richard Lovelace - Oreheus To Beasts
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                    I.
Here, here, oh here! EURIDICE,
    Here was she slaine;
Her soule `still`d through a veine:
    The gods knew lesse
That time divinitie,
    Then ev`n, ev`n these
    Of brutishnesse.

                    II.
Oh! could you view the melodie
    Of ev`ry grace,
And musick of her face,
    You`d drop a teare,
Seeing more harmonie
    In her bright eye,
    Then now you heare.
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